Robert Vickers: Breaking in the new girl

"Well, Miss Saunders," said the television station manager, "your qualifications are certainly in order."

Caroline Saunders felt uneasy at the way Dwight Bryon said that. She knew the man hadn't even looked at her resume. In fact, her resume was terrible. She had never really held any kind of a job before; this would be her first one. And, she'd have never even heard of this opening for an evening weathergirl, if her boyfriend hadn't put her on to it.

Caroline knew exactly what Bryon meant when he said her qualifications were in order. He couldn't keep his eyes off her tits as they swelled out against her sweater. She hadn't bothered to wear a bra to the interview and the lovely blonde knew her nipples were hardening as the man stared at her, almost slobbering.

Normally, the sexy young woman didn't mind men paying so much attention to her, but today she did. This was business. This was her very first job interview and she needed this job. Caroline needed it badly.

The girl crossed her legs and thought Dwight Bryon was going to come over the desk at her. She licked her lips nervously. Just like when she crossed her legs, the man interpreted this as a come-on. Caroline looked at him in wide eyed wonder. It wasn't that Mr. Bryon was so bad-looking. In fact, the lovely blonde found him to be very distinguished. He was about fifty, had grey hair that made him look more like a banker than a television executive, and, while he was on the heavy side, Caroline didn't find him fat – not at all. For a man old enough to be her father, he was in good shape.

The man's pale eyes worked over her body again, as if he'd missed something on the first or fortieth trips. Caroline had to sit and endure the examination still another time.

He obviously couldn't decide if he liked best the way the lovely blonde's tits bulged out so invitingly, or the smooth slenderness of her calves and legs, or her lovely, pale oval face haloed with honey-blonde hair. Or, maybe he liked it all.

"Look, Mr. Bryon, if you don't mind, can you give me some idea if I'm right for the job?"

"You come right to the point, Caroline. I may call you Caroline, can't I?" When she nodded and smiled slightly, he beamed at her. "Good! Yes, of course you're right for the job. What we need is a good, healthy, sexy woman in that position. And you're just right for it."

"I've got the job?" Caroline felt her heart ready to explode with excitement.

"Not so fast, young lady," he said, holding up his hand. "I'm not the only one who has to agree. The station owner has the final say-so, but for my money, you've got it." Dwight Bryon moved around the desk and perched his ass on the very edge, his long legs swinging. Caroline couldn't help noticing the large bulge growing at his crotch. She was turning him on!

And he turned her on, too. The promise of a job sent her heart racing. Her tits rose and fell faster, stroking her nipples over the softness of the wool. She felt her tiny little nipples hardening more and more. And between her legs came the familiar sluggish flow of her own fuck sauces.

"I don't know how to thank you, Mr. Bryon," she said breathlessly.

"I think I know a way." He moved his hand to his crotch and slowly rubbed over his hidden erection. She watched the motion in total fascination. Something in the back of her head told her she should run away, to leave immediately. But her body was out of control. The promise of the job turned her on so much she was lost in a haze.

Caroline didn't hesitate. She moved around to stand in front of him. He ran the zipper on his trousers down with a metallic hissing. His cock snapped to attention and jutted upwards from his groin. The thick purplish knob on his cocktip was visibly pulsing with lust.

Caroline wasn't sure she wanted the job this badly or not. Then she remembered how horny she'd been for so long. It was worth it, she decided.

"Suck on it?" she asked.

"Yeah, baby. You just suck me off and we'll see about getting the owner's approval for you as our new weathergirl. Now get on with it. Somebody might come in and see what's going down."

She dropped to the floor and moved closer to his prick. In an odd way, she was both repelled and fascinated by his cock. She guessed this must be the way a bird felt about a snake. The bird was going to be eaten, but it was still hypnotized into submission.

There was no denying she loved sucking a man's cock, either. She'd sucked pricks a lot of times, and each time was better than the last. But to have to suck his cock to get the job was about the same as blackmail. But somehow, it didn't seem that way to her. Not at the moment.

Shrugging her shapely shoulders, Caroline placed her hands on the man's thighs and dipped her mouth down. The light kiss she gave the very tip of his prick caused it to buck and jerk wildly. She smiled at the big reaction she'd gotten.

Just a little stimulation and she had him at her command. The sexy young woman liked the feeling of power.

Her lips parted slightly, and she sucked in the tip of his cock to give it a real tongue lashing. Her tongue moved in rough, wet circles around the end of his prick until he was gasping for air. She thought he sounded like a beached whale.

She sucked a little harder and pulled the entire end of his prick into her mouth. She let her teeth score the sides of his throbbingly alive cock. Leaving behind fierce red marks didn't hurt him at all. In fact, the blood rushed furiously into his aroused prick and made him feel like he was going to shoot his wad right away.

She decided it wouldn't be such a bad thing to get him off in a hurry. The sooner this was over, the sooner she would get the job. Her tongue stroked passionately against the underside of his prick. The entire head of his cock was vibrating with life now. Each jerk matched an excited heartbeat. She was giving him the best blowjob he'd ever received, and they both knew it.

"Keep going, doll. Keep going. I love the way your mouth works."

She didn't bother to answer. It would have been a waste of time. Besides, she had better uses for her mouth. Another inch of his prick vanished between her ruby red lips. Her tongue swirled around like a berserk tornado. She kept his cock constantly wet with her saliva, constantly stimulated with her sucking.

As the sexy young woman's teeth worked hard and sharp against his prick, she began moving her hands back and forth on his thighs. There was no reason she shouldn't try to enjoy this "payment" as much as the man she was sucking off.

Her hands stroked over his thighs and finally unfastened his belt and his pants. This allowed her full access to his crotch. Her nimble fingers found his balls. With tiny tweaks and pinches, she tormented him until he wasn't able to speak coherently.

As she worked on his balls, they became hard, tight little spheres of aroused desire. Caroline bounced his balls around and felt them boiling in the thick stew of his jism. She knew he was straining to keep from jetting out his come.

As the lovely blonde pressed her tongue against the rim of his prick, she felt the sexy quiverings. His heart throbbed for her. His cock jumped around. His balls tumbled and lurched in their sexy cream. Even his hot breath gusted through her blonde hair. She felt the hot winds caressing her ears and the back of her neck.

"Keep going, damn you! God, I never felt a mouth like yours before. If I'd known I could get head like this, ohhhhhh!"

Caroline thought she'd gotten him off. She dimly realized how great his control had to be. She tried ramming her tongue down the hole in the end of his cock. There was no way she could get her tongue down there, but it was so much fun trying!